No soot, no sweep.

The sweep didn't come.  He had been booked for 2pm. We moved or removed everything that could possibly get covered with any particle of soot; blinds, rugs, curtains, chairs, tablecloths, tables.  We covered lampshades with plastic bags, topped work surfaces with sheets and took all the artwork off the walls.  But the bast**d never showed, never called to cancel, never came.   I really hope that he shows up tomorrow so that I can tell him in very plain Irish just where, and how far,  he can (bigly and twistily) shove his spiky, sooty brushes.  If he should dare to come tomorrow I can guarantee that it won't be pretty!  Outside ..... outside...... all is calm.  The sun shines on and on and the heat bakes everything. The white hydrangeas are loving it.